Imagine Me (Shatter Me, #6)

by Tahereh Mafi

“But all of that hinges on us getting to J on time,” I say. “What if we’re too late?” “You’ll have to kill her.” “Nouria,” Castle gasps.

In the pain, I imagine bliss. My thoughts are like wind, rushing, curling into the depths of myself, expelling, dispelling darkness

I imagine love, I imagine wind, I imagine gold hair and green eyes and whispers, laughter

I imag...

extraordinary, ...

Imagine me master of my own universe I am everything I ever dreamed of

Or maybe it’s me, maybe I’m the one who needs space. He’s exhausting to deal with.

He’s wearing more Haider castoffs: a pale green blazer, matching pants. Black boots. But because these pieces were selected by Haider, the blazer is not a normal blazer. Of course it isn’t.

“You don’t understand,” Warner says quietly. He’s still not looking at us. “I’ve already lost her.”

“How much I still hate you, sometimes. But now, finally—” He sits up, looks me in the eye. “Now you’re perfect.”

“Now you’re absolutely perfect and I have to just give you away. Toss your body to science.” He turns toward the wall again. “What a shame.”

“You know, when I was very young, I wanted to be a baker.” Surprise shoots through

“I’m not really sure why I’m telling you this. I suppose it’s been a long time since I’ve felt I could speak openly with anyone.” “You can tell me anything, sir.”

“Yes,” he says quietly. “I’m beginning to believe that.”

“What the hell did you do?” “There are so many possible answers to that question,” Anderson says, glancing back. “Please be more specific.

By the way, what did you do with her clothes?” “I’m talking about Kent,” Max says angrily. “What did you do?”

“Max, get her something to wear,” Anderson barks. “And then keep her hidden. Guard her with your life.”

I was already super freaked out about the idea of being shot out of the sky again, but I can honestly say that I wasn’t mentally prepared for this.

I can’t stop thinking about how, in all my nightmares, I never thought I’d die like this. I never thought I’d die because of gravity.

“We’re at war, Kishimoto,” she says, a slight smile in her voice. “We don’t have time to be sentimental.” “That’s not funny. I hate that joke. I hate it so much.”

“She literally just woke up! After being shot! In the chest! She nearly died!” “That was a fluke,” Warner and Nazeera say at the same time.

“I have a feeling I’m about four months away from falling madly in love with you, so please don’t get yourself killed, okay?”

AWWWWWWWSSS

Just as I’m about to step back, I notice a flash of movement in the tank. The water trembles within, begins to thrash.

A hand slams hard against the glass. I gasp. Slowly, the hand retreats.

room, I know I’m in the right place. Because something is wrong. Someone is dead.